Rainbow's Curse

Rainbow Dash had been dropped (With magic, of course,) with her nose shoved in the corner of the room, and Trixie had warned her that moving an inch out of place would be severely punished. Then she’d gone to get cleaned up, turning out the lights and closing the door behind her, and it had been an approximate eternity since then, with nothing for Rainbow Dash to do but sit in the dark, suckle her pacifier, and try to avoid breathing in through her nose. Her belly still felt tight and uncomfortably full from the stuffing she’d gotten for breakfast, and she hadn’t gotten a chance to wipe her face off, but now really didn’t seem like a good time to be worrying about a few food bits on her face.

After ten minutes or so of pure boredom had gone by, Dashie had tried grinding the seat of her massively full diaper against the ground, but without moving her nose from the corner it wasn’t really possible to get much contact, and even with the incredible sensory boosts she got from the mucky mess she was sitting in, twenty minutes of rubbing her hindquarters against the ground only left Rainbow Dash more frustrated and bored than ever.

When the flickering purple light entered the room, it was impossible to miss in the otherwise total darkness. It was just a vague shining of purple on the wall, but Rainbow was immediately enthralled by it. It wasn’t Trixie’s magic, that was blue… Or black. What was with that?

Anyways, purple light. It wasn’t a lightbulb, it had to be… Magic?

Leaning back and wincing at the squelchy sound her diaper made, Rainbow Dash hesitated. Surely she wouldn’t get in that much trouble if she just glanced over her shoulder, right? But… Trixie wasn’t exactly acting fair, was she?

Would Trixie even be able to find out? Well… It was a risk she was willing to take. Glancing at the light, Rainbow Dash was visited by a purple spot of light floating in the middle of the room, flickering back and forth uncertainly, but trending towards Rainbow.

Magic! It had to be Twilight’s magic! If the spell had found her here, that meant that Twilight would be right behind it. And that meant rescue!

She started to stand up, to approach the little flickering ball of magic, but the mass of her diaper made her immediately fall backwards, landing in a sprawl with her legs pointed in the air. No problem though, Twilight’s magic would get her rescued soon enough.

Then, she heard Trixie’s hoofsteps and remembered that she would still have to stay in her good graces until a rescue came. Rainbow Dash tried to sit up, but the size of her diaper served as an extremely effective means to keep her totally incapacitated, and her struggles to stand up only got her more tangled up in the mushy tarpit that was taped around her waist. Purple magic flickering to inches in front of Rainbow’s face, she held her breath and hoped that Trixie wouldn’t be too upset.

The door opened, and as real, non-magical light flooded the room from the hallway, Rainbow Dash had to blink a few times before her eyes would adjust.

Trixie blinked a few times as well, glancing first at Rainbow Dash lying belly-up on the ground, wriggling in her diaper in a hopeless attempt to sit up, and then spotting the purple ball of light flickering above Rainbow’s face.

“Well, well, Trixie is gone for twenty minutes and Rainbow Splash has already gone and disobeyed orders,” she tsked, her horn glowing. It took a few black sparks and a second of effort, but then the purple magic started floating in the opposite direction, moving straight through the wall without any obstruction. “It seems that Twilight Sparkle is trying to find you,” she muttered, grinning a little. “I’ll let her search through the Everfree forest for a few hours. She’ll figure out that her magic was diverted eventually. Now, for you.”

Turning to face Rainbow Dash, Trixie made a clucking noise of disapproval with her tongue a couple times. Rainbow squirmed, but couldn’t so much as sit up with her mucky, messy diaper weighing her down. “You broke the rules,” Trixie announced. “But Trixie will be merciful. I’ll even let you play for a little while and then change your diaper, as long as you promise not to cause any more trouble.”

Her backside still a bit sore from the spanking that morning, Rainbow Dash was quick to start nodding. She knew Trixie could come up with some pretty awful punishments in a heartbeat, so she wasn’t about to argue. Unable to actually say anything in her defense, what with the oversized pacifier puffing out her cheeks and preventing speech, but nodding would suffice there.

“Oh,” Trixie said, her grin widening a bit. “And a spoonful of medicine. Trixie doesn’t want you getting sick, after all.” Her horn glowing, a spoon floated up from a workbench counter behind her. With surprising magical deftness, Trixie lifted the spoon and the bottle of black sludge and, in a smooth motion, dripped just two drops of the poison onto the spoon. “Open wide,” she ordered, the pacifier popping out of Rainbow’s mouth. “This should be good to keep you pacified for a few more days.”

Rainbow Dash would have struggled, fought, argued, but there really wasn’t much she could do. She kept her lips pressed together and moved her face away from the spoon, repulsed by the idea of being trapped by this curse for any more time than she already was, but Trixie just rolled her eyes.

“Do you want Trixie to make you open your mouth? I’m sure your diaper can get larger, I enchanted them myself,” she pointed out. “Now, are you going to take your medicine? Or should Trixie make it three drops?”

Gulping, Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to accept the spoonful of ‘Medicine’. As much as she hated it, Trixie was pretty much in control here. She felt a little tingle of magic on her tongue as the spoon floated in her mouth, but then it was quickly replaced by a sickly sweet taste of the black sludge quickly sliding down her throat. Grimacing she swallowed a few times to get the flavor out of her mouth, and by the time she looked back up at Trixie the unicorn had already moved on, and was now floating a pink teddy bear above Rainbow’s head.

“And now, if you’ll just play a bit while Trixie takes care of some work,” Trixie told her, leaving the teddy bear floating just out of Rainbow Dash’s reach. Rainbow clearly didn’t care, it was just a pink doll, not something she would have cared about even when she really was a foal. No big deal.

“What’s this supposed to be for? It’s just a dumb, stupid toy for foals.” Dashie asked, glancing skeptically between the doll and Trixie. “You don’t actually expect me to play with it, do you?”

Why’s the magic around it getting brighter, anyways?

“Trixie kept an eye on disasters around Ponyville after she was run out of town,” Trixie explained, focusing a bit, her tone a little more instructive. “Twilight Sparkle seems to have no qualms about using powerful magic to hurt her so-called ‘friends’, so I don’t see why I can’t use a few of her spells…”

Rainbow’s pupils suddenly dilated, and it had nothing to do with the light in the room. That doll… It was…

SO. COOL.

“Her want-it-need-it spell seemed like something worth learning,” Trixie explained, keeping the pink teddy bear floating above Rainbow Dash. “Enjoy.”

“The wha?” Rainbow asked, not really listening. Her mouth felt a little dry, she kind of wanted her pacifier back, but first she needed to get that teddy bear. Grabbing at it, she flailed for a moment, unable to quite grab it. “Hey! Gimme!”

“What was that?” Trixie asked, as she turned to her workdesk and turned on a light.  There was some kind of ‘Click’ noise, but that wasn’t important at the moment. “Does little Dashie want Trixie to give her the dumb, stupid toy for foals? So she can play with it?”

“Yes!” Rainbow said, waving her hooves and flapping her wings in an attempt to grab at the doll hovering just baaarely out of reach. With her hips and backside anchored to the ground by a diaper full of muck, though, she couldn’t manage it. “Please! Gimme that doll!”

It was just so awesome! And totally, completely cool! It was so great, it could only really be described with Italic letters! It had, uh… Pink fuzz all over it, and it was shaped like a bear, and it was… Just awesome! If it wasn’t for her stupid diaper, she would get ahold of that teddy bear and… Well, she’d get ahold of it, anyways. She could figure out the next bit later, she just knew that she wanted that doll. She needed it.

Squirming to try and sit up so she could grab the doll, all Rainbow Dash managed to do was wiggle her behind a little bit and shift the weight in her diaper around.

Trixie sighed, not even bothering to turn and look at Rainbow Dash pathetically trying to get the doll. “And why should Trixie give it to you, after you’ve been such a ungracious guest?”

“P-please!” Rainbow Dash stammered, feeling almost frantic to get the great toy being kept from her. “I-I’m sorry about earlier! J-just give me the stupid doll already!”

“So rude,” Trixie commented, returning back to whatever it was she was doing at her desk. “And it’s a stupid doll again? Do you want it or not?”

“YES!” Dashie whined, exasperated, as she continued trying to grab at the doll.

“Ask Trixie in a filly voice,” Trixie instructed, amusement in her tone.

“Pweathe, Twixie!” Rainbow Dash responded immediately. “Wemme have da tedsy beaw! I weawwy, weawwy wannit!”

“Now say how much of a little foal you are,” Trixie said, grinning over her shoulder for a second.

Rainbow Dash hesitated for barely a second. “I’m a widdwe fiwwy!” she declared, trying to put a little enthusiasm into the words.

Snickering, Trixie the Great and Powerful added in, “And how much do you love your diapers?”

“Wots and wots!” Rainbow Dash said, a little more quickly than she had been a moment before. It wasn’t too much of an exaggeration, especially when her diaper was all full and icky like it was at the moment, where a little rubbing with her hooves would do her better than a night with a Thoroughbred stallion. “My diapees awe weally gweat, especiawwy when, er…” She blushed, her common sense making her wonder how much she should really say to Trixie on the subject.

“Go on,” Trixie suggested, waving a hoof in a circular motion to tell Rainbow to continue.

“Dey’re especiawwy gweat when dey’we aww fuww,” Rainbow Dash finished, patting the front of her diaper to emphasize the point. All the messy diapers in the world weren’t any good without the doll still hovering just out of reach, though. “Gimme! Gimme!” She insisted, waving her hooves impotently at the teddy bear one more time.

“Fine, whatever you say,” Trixie said, and all the magic coursing through the doll cut out. It fell into Rainbow’s open hooves and she held it up in triumph… Right as the Want It Need It spell cut out, unfortunately for her and what dignity she had left.

“Oh…” Rainbow mumbled, her cheeks turning red with a powerful blush. “Right…”

There was a quiet ‘Click’ as Trixie stepped away from her desk, grinning broadly as her horn began glowing again, grabbing a paddle from the corner of the room. “Now, let’s get you out of that diaper before this office starts to stink that bad permanently.”

Rainbow Dash gulped, and the lights went out.

…

“Ow, ow, ow…” Rainbow muttered over her pacifier, rubbing the seat of her diaper with a wing to try and ease a little of the sting out of her flanks as she crawled behind Trixie. Obediently following her from place to place wasn’t what she wanted to be doing, exactly, but upsetting Trixie didn’t seem like a good idea. The numb feeling in her backside apparently didn’t extend so far as to actually numb her from pain, so the after-effects of another pelvis-shattering spanking kept her butt throbbing as she tried to keep up with the unicorn. On the bright side, her belly no longer felt full to bursting, and no diaper rash had set in yet.

“Tho whad awe yah’ doin’?” She asked, somewhere between anxiety and curiosity in her tone.

“Trixie has decided you need a new style,” Trixie explained. “Your mane style is just a little too mature for the girly little diaper filly look you’ve got going.

“Uhw…” Rainbow mumbled, not liking the sound of that. “Tho… you’we gonna…?”

“Trixie is thinking curls,” Trixie explained, smirking. “Lots and lots of curls. Sit down,” she added, gesturing to the living room floor now that they were approximately at their destination. “Maybe a perm. I’ll set it with magic, so it won’t wear away too quick.”

“M-magic? Weally?” Dashie asked, sighing a bit. Great. More dirty diapers were fine, more diaper changes would be less fun.

“Don’t worry,” Trixie reassured her. “Trixie will only be using a little magic on your mane, and the tissue is already dead. You won’t feel a thing. Sit. Down.”

Rainbow Dash sat down. She wasn’t about to risk getting in more trouble with the psycho unicorn, even if it meant a little hairdo. It wasn’t like anypony but Trixie would be seeing her, after all.

Turning her head a bit to see what was going on, Rainbow Dash caught a glimpse of something shiny and metal moving towards her. A mane curler. Great.

“T-tho,” Rainbow Dash asked, trying to make a little conversation to take her mind of the situation at hoof. “Wha’ exac’ly ith youw pwan, hewe?”

“What, do you expect Trixie to explain in detail what she intends to do, giving you a chance to foil her plot?” Trixie asked, condescension heavy in her tone.

Trying not to wince away at the feeling of something being done to her mane that wasn’t basic shampoo or a cheap barbershop trim, Rainbow sheepishly lisped, “Uh… I gueth tho…”

Trixie considered for a moment, and shrugged. “Well, it’s not like you can do anything about it,” she decided. “Trixie’s plan is so fool-proof, it’d take a genius to outwit it. Stop squirming!”

Rainbow Dash hadn’t actually realized she was squirming, but she stopped anyways, relaxing a bit. Her butt had stopped feeling so numb, or maybe she had just gotten used to it, but either way it was a plus.

“As Trixie was saying, it’s simple,” Trixie explained, horn glowing in waves as she worked on Rainbow’s mane. “You simply couldn’t take it if your shining reputation as a daring athlete got damaged now, could you?”

Rainbow Dash gulped, trying not to react too obviously to the threat.

“Lucky for you, though, Trixie doesn’t care what happens to pointless background ponies like you. All I care about is Twilight. And with a camera taking pretty pictures of everything happening to you and a threat to send those photos to the Foal Free Press, I’ll have her.” Trixie took a second to move some bobby pins into place, giving Rainbow Dash a chance to respond.

“You’ww neva gemme to turn on my fwiends!” Dashie protested, resisting the urge to shake her head as that would no doubt annoy Trixie. She settled for squirming a bit in her diaper, enjoying the feeling a bit more than she would ever admit.

Unnervingly, Trixie just chuckled. “Oh, you won’t have to. All of your friends are so charmingly loyal. I don’t have to blackmail you, just Twilight. I’ll send her all the pictures, and let her know that if she doesn’t show up by herself, those pictures go in the mail.”

Rainbow Dash gulped. That was a good plan. “Th-then, whadya need me fow?” She asked, wrinkling her nose. “You g-goddawl da pi- Pik- Pitc- bwackmail stuff ya need, doncha?”

“Fun,” Trixie said, grinning. “There, all done, now take a good look while I go get you a fresh diaper.” She spun a mirror around, showing Rainbow Dash a good portrait of herself.

It wasn’t much of a change from how she had looked before, big poofy diaper and pink dress, but the frills still wouldn’t have been so bad without the newfound curls added to her mane. She blushed at her own appearance, before what Trixie had said finally registered.

“Wha?” She asked, confused. “Budai don’ needa diapee change!” She protested.

“Don’t you?” Trixie asked, smirking over her shoulder at Rainbow Dash. “You’ve been stinking up the living room since I started fixing your hair, didn’t you notice?”

Confused, Rainbow Dash flipped up her skirt and glanced between her legs and finally saw that her diaper had started sagging. Blanching, she tried to remember having the accident, but she couldn’t. She just remembered having a clean diaper after Trixie cleaned her up, and then not having a clean diaper. Remembering the bit that came between, though…

“Aww, you didn’t even notice, did you?” Trixie asked, grinning more broadly than ever. “Well wasn’t that foalish of you? Incontinence isn’t a side effect of the magic, by the way. That’s all you.” A large paddle hovered above her head, and her grin grew large enough that it could have split off and survived on its own. “Well then. Let’s get you cleaned up.”